” Melinda countered, “I really do want to make dinner for you sometime, I'm not going to forget.” I agreed saying, “okay, I don't know when,...but you can make dinner for me sometime.”Two weeks ago, I came home from work on a Friday afternoon, and was going to my paper box as I normally do after work. Melinda bounded out of her house and her large breasts were swaying as she approached me. I was so fixated on Melinda's breasts that I almost didn't hear what Melinda said to me. Melinda told. A week or so later she showed up at work dressed exactly as she had for her interview. Cream colored dress, vintage tan stockings (or so I hoped) and the double-strap Mary Janes. I tried not to get too excited but that was impossible. She didn’t seem to mind me looking. In fact, I could have sworn she struck poses for me from time to time. The payoff came, however, at one point when she came over to my desk and was showing me a few things. She bent over at the desk and her dress pulled up. In an effort to convince Bill that he and Archie were too powerful to mess with, Horsey told everything he knew about Archie to Bill. The result of all of this information made Bill afraid of Archie, all right, but not in the way that Horsey had hoped. Archie was behind or had his hands into so much crime that Bill was afraid not to eliminate him from this world. Archie was too evil to allow to breathe any longer than necessary!Meanwhile, the water around Horsey's balls and cock was getting. And until she was ready for me once again, I laid on top of the girl, her body trembling from the hard fucking she had just received, my own body drenched with the mix of our sweat. Lost in myself I did not feel the rope around my wrist until Mistress tightened it.As Mistress pulled me up off her little plaything I gazed down upon her. Her body still shaking, drenched in sweat, her chest raising and falling, her hands now lay still above her head. She was used, but a glorious sight to behold..